Page 104 of Head Over Heels
“I know, right?”
“His loss.”
Her eyes roamed hot and hungry over him. “Maybe this night isn’t a disaster after all.”
He leaned close to her. “I can guarantee you it won’t be.”
She sucked in a breath and lowered her lashes. “Oh?”
“You have my word.” He wanted to take her off the stool and impale her right this second, but he wasn’t going to do that. She’d gone through a lot of trouble for him, and he’d play along until they both couldn’t take it anymore.
Unlike a stranger in a bar, he knew her now. Knew all her kinks and secrets, exactly what turned her on the most, and he’d pull out every trick in his considerable arsenal to make her so on edge, so wet, she begged for his cock.
They were alike this way.
She took another sip of her drink before fishing out the toothpick that skewered two olives. Slowly, seductively she slipped one between her lips. His mind went numb when she swiped her tongue across the olive’s flesh before she bit down and took it off the stem with her teeth.
He bit back a groan.
She chewed and swallowed before saying, “It’s such a relief to run into a man who can help me. Thank you.”
His tongue felt a bit thick and he cleared his throat. “That’s what I’m here for, to protect and serve.”
She tucked a lock of wild blond hair behind her ear. “Do you have a gun?”
“I do.” He wanted to bite her.
She shifted, turning so her legs knocked against his. He opened his knees and she slid her clasped thighs between them. She leaned closer and whispered, “Handcuffs?”
He dipped his head. “Why? Do you need to be arrested?”
“Maybe.” She licked her lips. “I’ve been told I’m very bad sometimes.”
“I can handle you.” He moved to her ear. “I’m not above restraining you if the situation calls for it.”
She sucked in a little gasp. “My name’s Sophie.”
“Ryder.”
They moved back to a reasonable distance apart, neither ready to end the game.
They were just getting started.
* * *
Sophie was a crazy person. Absolutely out of her mind.
They’d been playing at seduction for over an hour, each growing increasingly bold. She was so hot she might go insane.
He slid his hand onto her thigh and met her gaze. “Are you wet?”
“Yes.”
His silver eyes, burning like molten steel, hooded. “Spread your legs so I can find out for myself.”
She glanced around the bar as though she was nervous. As though she shouldn’t. Even though they both knew this couldn’t be more up her alley.
The place was reasonably crowded, perfect for their game, and they still sat at the bar. There weren’t so many people that anyone stood over them, but there were enough to make it interesting.